Thursday, August 30, 2012

At the Bottom

I was never a huge Brand New fan, due to ignorance rather than dislike, but I can't tell you how many times I've watched "Sic Transit Gloria." It was one of my favorite bad day music videos, one of those things I'd blare through headphones when I wanted to feel just a little more angry, a little more upset, a little more anything.

"At the Bottom" has only recently appeared in my life via Pandora, and it's fallen into my daily rotation. It's good, almost solid, right here and right now, because I'm not screaming angry anymore, but sometimes I'm a little dark. This fills that in some sort of steady way.

It's not a loud, screaming, running feeling anymore, but an eyes squeezed shut against the light type of bitter tension, chewing holes through the inside of my lip when I'm stressed.



"I hope that you would do this for me."

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

23

Dear 23,

I know 22 is a hard year to follow. 22 included graduating from college, getting my first real job, doing a lot of traveling and meeting a lot of people and going on grad school interviews and finally making it to California. I went to New York, to Texas, to Canada. 22 even included getting accepted to... well, to every grad school I applied to, and doing it on my terms, and then choosing a grad school and making some pretty big decisions. 22 included my first scientific publication, in a pretty damn good journal, and defending my thesis and speaking at graduation. Hell, my last day of being 22, I got to fly a helicopter. I mean, let's talk about going out with a bang.

So, I know. 22 is really hard to follow. I'm sorry about that. And 24 is going to be huge too. At 24 I'm going to move to California and start grad school, and even if those were the only two things that happened at that age, it'd still be a gigantic year.

You're kind of stuck in the middle, 23. We're almost five months in now, and mostly you've just been confusing. Really confusing. And at times you kind of hurt.

I'm not giving up on you. Absolutely not. But I can't help but hear this on repeat in my head for the past month or four.



What's my age again?

Love and good vibes,
Alex

Friday, August 17, 2012

45

For picking this whole blog thing back up again, I haven't been very good at it. Ah, well.

I bought this album having heard that it didn't sound like Springsteen anymore, or didn't sound like Dylan, or didn't sound like any of the influences. And I was worried, but I shouldn't have been, because all that means is that it sounds like Gaslight.

"There you go, turn the key and engine over. Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet."



I'll see you on the flip side.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

I Just Need a Minute to Sit and Think

Late May and early June were defined by a lot of Jenny Owen Youngs listening. But this song has been stuck in my head for the past week. I don't hate the video, but I think it distracts from the lyrics, which I'm in love with.



I've got a case of the stares like you wouldn't believe.